University A.U.—A Battle Of Conflicts

Part I

9:00AM, Monday.

Why were hangovers even a thing? It was bad enough she had to live with the consequences of her own actions already. The headache did nothing but remind Momo of her poor life choices, yet again.

Taking another long sip of heavenly, freshly ordered coffee, the brunette opened her laptop. Her first class would start around noon, so that luckily gave Momo a bit more time to get her shit together.

Way to go, she thought, getting wasted right before my first day.

She wasn't the type of person who cared that much about trivial things like first impressions, but something told her that her future colleagues would certainly be in for a surprise. Yikes. So much for making new friends, huh. Whatever, it wasn't like she needed to get along with the others anyway.

All of her life she had only ever known one thing: arrogant, self-absorbed assholes who were only good at spending daddy's money. She would be fine all by herself. So long as she had some good fucking coffee.

Coffee never judged.

Since she had some time to kill, Momo decided it was the perfect moment to update her LinkedIn profile. Apparently jobs demanded it nowadays. Something about bringing in more people or whatever. Yeah, as if marketing weighing tables as being a "sales professional" made any sense. She absolutely hated this money hungry, disgusting, capitalist world.

New position: Sales Professional at Karakura Tavern

Job type: Part-time

About: I am so happy to have had this opportunity...

Fuck this job, honestly. Momo slammed her laptop shut, causing every other customer in the café to turn in her direction. With a frustrated sigh, she started packing her things.

If only she didn't need the money.

Being able to pursue a medical career on scholarship was a great opportunity, she couldn't deny that. But at the same time, she had to take into consideration her living expenses, which was something most of her peers never even had to worry about.

So what if she was bitter? She had every right to be, seeing how everyone else around her took everything they had for granted. Having nice, living parents who supported their children for example. She didn't mind working, she had been employed for most of her life, anyway. Momo blamed the hungover for her uncharacteristic pettiness.

Working day and night, studying as much as she could whenever she could, it was the only way for her to make something of herself. She had long understood and accepted that. She didn't have it easy, but she wouldn't change it for the world.

Growing up in foster care had made her ambitious, hardworking, kind, and most of all independent. And while she might've lacked in what others had plenty of, compared to them, she possessed something of true value: perseverance.

Everything she had, she'd earned through sleepless nights and unparalleled dedication. Including the perfect GPA that got her into Karakura University. The best one in the country.

She smiled to herself. It had been quite some time since she last experienced a morning so full of spunk as this one. Momo kind of enjoyed being on edge, as a lot more could be accomplished when she was angry rather than depressed.

And it might've had a little to do with the fact that besides the regrettable drinking, she also had sex last night. Very good sex.

Everything about him was gorgeous, but she had been exceptionally intrigued by those turquoise eyes of his. They shined with a familiar kind of sadness somehow. And she had been drawn to them from the start. His white, disheveled hair, his dark blue jeans and slightly unbuttoned shirt, everything about him had caught her off guard.

Too bad she didn't catch his name.

She had cowardly sneaked out right after, as Momo wasn't the type to linger. The awkwardness and the I guess I'll see you around, might be bothered enough to offer something to drink, might ask for your number—she detested that whole thing. Especially since one-night stands had never been her forte. She knew it was impossible for guys like him to go for girls like her, so Momo knew better than to hope anything else was to come out of her little adventure.

Though, he had been the only man to ever make her orgasm so that didn't help her resolve much. Everything that she felt last night, every emotion was heightened beyond belief.

It was impossible, because she had never even seen him before coming to this city, but it was almost as if...she knew him. Like they've met before. Somewhere else, in another life perhaps.

Momo mentally slapped herself for being so foolish. Fairytales and star-crossed lovers were merely deceitful stories to make little girls sleep better at night, believing that some stupid Prince Charming was coming to rescue them.

But Momo was a little girl no more.

11:45AM, Monday.

"Where are the documents I requested?" He asked, indolently looking through the pile of papers spattered all over his desk. He wasn't in any mood to yet again remind Rangiku of her responsibilities.

A new semester had finally begun. The excruciating summer heat never did anything but accentuate his foul mood, so now that the colder seasons were rapidly approaching, he couldn't help but feel rather eager to meet his new students (victims).

"Here." The blonde haired woman rolled her eyes shamelessly, handing over the folder he was looking for. "There are hundreds of freshmen every year, you know. It's not like you can remember all of them," she offered.

Toshiro had already thoroughly explained himself on that matter. He sighed. Why am I not surprised?

Well, perhaps he could indulge her one more time, since Rangiku had been the one who dragged him out of the hospital last night. He had barely finished closing up on a surgery, when she rudely barged in, demanding he accompanies her for a drink. Usually, he would've been absolutely fuming, terribly irritated by her ludicrous behavior.

But not today.

"I need to have some idea about what we're working with here. The health system is already filled with incompetence. The only reason I took this teaching job is to change that."

Rangiku blinked. That was it? No you're wasting my time Rangiku, stop bothering me with your stupid questions Rangiku? Doctor Hitsugaya was uncharacteristically...patient today.

"I see someone's in a good mood this morning. What the hell happened last night after I left? Did you get laid or something?" She absentmindedly joked, casually leaning on one of the chairs in his office.

Hearing those words come out of her mouth, Toshiro's eyes suddenly widened. Unable to ban the memory of the girl ardently moaning underneath him from entering his mind, his cheeks turned a bright shade of scarlet. And to his utter dismay, his annoying assistant had been as perceptive as ever:

"You did! Oh my God! Tell me everything! Who's the lucky girl?"

"Shut up!" Toshiro couldn't stand that all-knowing, proud look on her face. He immediately turned around, praying to somehow mask his discomfort. He hated how easily Rangiku saw through him. Was it that obvious? He felt completely exposed under her scrutinizing gaze.

"Hey relax. I'm happy for you."

His eyes were fixated on the window, still refusing to face her. After a long pause, Toshiro's deep voice finally broke the silence, "I don't even know her name."

"Huh?"

"After we...she ran away."

Toshiro started thinking back on the night before and how he had felt touching her. Somehow, everything about her felt painfully familiar. And the way their bodies moved, guiding each other, the way they kissed, it was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. For the first time in his life, Toshiro felt it was way more than just sex.

He had made love to a complete stranger.

Rangiku exhaled deeply, slowly making her way next to him. His assistant joined in, watching the world through the large window. They saw some students running around, probably lost or late to class, while others simply sat on the grass, savoring their lunch. It was comforting at times, feeling as though time could make an exception for some. They've never been among the lucky ones.

She gently placed a hand on his broad shoulders.

"Here's what we're gonna do. Today after work, we're going to look for her together. Okay? But now you have to stop moping around and get going already. Your class is starting in like two minutes. You wanted to meet the newbies, remember?"

Toshiro couldn't really understand how Rangiku had always known just what to say. She had always managed to make him feel better, no matter the situation. Let it be feminine intuition or whatever, it didn't really matter. He was grateful. He shyly smiled at her and quickly grabbed his beloved white coat off the hanger.

"Be ready at 6," he'd told her, putting it on in a flash. Somewhere on his right shoulder, a neatly sown patch could be identified. It read: Toshiro Hitsugaya, M.D, Neurosurgery.

Before exiting his office, he heard her say:

"Don't make anyone cry on their first day!"

"Don't count on it," Toshiro retorted, his typical smirk back on full display.

It wasn't long before he finally disappeared, his form completely lost in the ever so crowded and loud hallways of the building.

12:00PM, Monday.

Toshiro took a deep breath. First class of the semester, huh. He could hear them all from the other side of the door, blabbering and gossiping and being naively excited about their future careers as medical doctors. Too bad. Besides slicing up brains, making students cry was about his favorite hobby.

He slammed open the door and everything turned to silence.

Toshiro headed straight for the whiteboard, feeling multiple pairs of eyes carefully watching him. Had he managed to scare them already? With a mischievous smirk, he mentally congratulated himself. This was going to be so entertaining.

Without bothering to look at either of the them just yet, he nonchalantly picked up a marker and confidently started writing his name for everyone to see.

"My name is Toshiro Hitsugaya. However, you will only address me as Doctor Hitsugaya from now on..."

All of a sudden, each and every word died somewhere in his throat. He couldn't speak or breathe or move anymore. His body just stopped responding to the signals of his brain and that was utterly pathetic. He was a neurosurgeon for fuck's sake.

Scratch that. In that one moment Toshiro Hitsugaya questioned everything he thought he knew, including the adequacy of his own goddamn eyes.

It can't be.

"Shit."

Every single person in the room instantly turned their heads to follow Toshiro's petrified line of vision. All eyes eventually settled on a certain brunette girl. She was writing something down in her notebook, completely oblivious to everything that happened.

Sensing the almost palpable intensity of the stares, she slowly raised her head.

When Momo saw him, her chocolate brown eyes completely froze, utterly mortified. Her white haired, gorgeous Prince Charming from last night, the one who fucked her into delirium, turned out to be none other than her teacher?

You've gotta be kidding me.

Thankfully, he was the first to come back to his senses. Toshiro loudly cleared his throat, causing everyone to shift their attention back to him. After feeling some of the pressure relieving, Momo hastily hid her face in the thick book she was holding. What now?

"Open your books to page 50. I expect you didn't get into this school without knowing the basics."

5:00PM, Monday.

Toshiro wasn't much of a believer. He didn't believe in anything beyond science, plain and simple. But somehow, in the confines of his office, he found himself vulgarly cursing God. He cursed because his life had never been fair and nothing that had to do with him personally ever made any fucking sense.

Why did she have to be his student? Couldn't she have been the librarian or or a new colleague or anything else that would make it appropriate for him to approach her. What a fucking mess, he thought, taking another long sip of Rangiku's supposed hidden whiskey.

Momo Hinamori.

At least he knew her name now, right? He darkly chuckled to himself, laughing at the injustice of it all. For once in his goddamn life he likes someone, really likes someone and she's unavailable for the most ridiculous reason in the world: his fucking job.

He just had to go ahead and take this stupid job, didn't he? The hospital and the surgeries and everything, it all started to feel...not enough anymore. Toshiro foolishly believed that if he took this teaching job on the side, he might feel like something, anything at all, actually matters.

What a senseless fucking thought. He should've known his emptiness couldn't have been patched up that easily, like one of the skulls he cracked open during complicated procedures. They all called him a genius. It appears that he, like many of his above-average predecessors, will end up alone and depressed because this work and this career and this life prohibits people like him from ever grasping the one and only thing of true significance in this life: love.

Toshiro was never a fan of archetypes. He didn't want to be the lonely genius, nor the average guy who sometimes helped his wife wash the dishes after dinner to make up for sleeping with another woman. He wanted everything. He wanted to be in love out of his mind and actually lead an honorable life, helping people and pouring his heart and his mind into bettering the world.

Lost in thought, he downed another glass. Maybe he should just fucking quit, take Momo and run away to another dimension or something. Last night, she managed to make him feel more alive than anything else ever could. So fuck the system and fuck everything else.

After a longer while, he exhaled. Toshiro mentally slapped himself for even considering something as outrageous as that.

Knock, knock.

He opened his mouth to speak, he did. He wanted to tell whoever it was to fucking leave, but to his utter surprise, the handle had already begun moving. Before he knew it, Momo was standing there, looking straight at him.

"We need to talk."

around 6:00PM, Monday.

Rangiku really, really hated Mondays. With all her intelligence, she really couldn't understand why they even existed at all. It had been a very tiring day. She unfortunately had (too) many things to take care of, and found no possible way to get out of actually doing them. That didn't usually happen. Crazy, huh.

She wasn't all that lazy, she was just being smart about not wasting precious energy. It wasn't her fault everyone else stressed so much about useless things. Like paperwork for example. God how she despised doing paperwork.

Rangiku would force the Doctor to go out again, she would get him totally drunk and record him while he promises never to make her do the damn paperwork again. She mischievously chuckled at the thought. Oh right, the two of them would turn into detectives for the night. Even better. Now she didn't need to bother making up an excuse to hit the bar, after all that's where Toshiro met his mysterious Cinderella.

Thankfully they had a lot more to go on than a damn shoe, and that's if the Doctor didn't have any secret servants running around asking about this girl already.

She was almost at his office, and with each step she took, Rangiku couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Huh? How strange. Toshiro's door was closed all the way and his lights were off. Did he go home? No, he couldn't have, he seemed way too affected by the whole thing this morning to give up just like that. Maybe he couldn't wait anymore and left to search for his nameless princess all on his own. How unfair! She was the one who suggested it in the first place. What an ungrateful jerk, running around town, making a complete fool of himself without her!

Before walking away, Rangiku heard what sounded like a pile of really heavy books brutally falling to the floor. Her eyes immediately widened with worry, and without wasting another second, she barged into his office.

"Doctor!"

Once the door opened, the channel of light coming from the hallways also illuminated part of the room. Rangiku couldn't believe her eyes.

He was panting. Toshiro looked absolutely disheveled, with his white shirt carelessly unbuttoned, if not ripped. His belt was gone. In his arms, indeed a beautiful girl. Barely breathing, too.

She was on top of his desk, with her arms tightly wrapped around his neck. Her legs were trembling, tenderly supported by his strong arms. Her breasts were firmly pressed to his muscular chest and her plump lips appeared to be bruised. Her chocolate brown hair was a mess, cascading down her shoulders, on his as well.

Rangiku was grateful that the girl's leg was slightly blocking the view, for if it weren't for that, she would have undoubtedly seen the two of them most intimately joined. They both looked at her bewildered, like they've been caught red-handed. But also a bit absentmindedly, making her happy to know they at least managed to finish.

"So I take it you found her."

author's note:

hi! hope you like! lemme know if i should turn this into a full blown story. also, don't worry. there will be more chapters with them as Soul Reapers :) this is just something that came into mind and i can only write what i have inspiration to write.

please review! it really helps and encourages me to continue. thank you for reading!